Alavin knew that Galos wouldn't let him leave without a fight. Furrowing his brow, he pondered for a moment before speaking. "Do you truly wish to test my mettle, Master Galos?"
"A knight should aid his brethren," Galos replied with a grin. "I offer you this chance out of goodwill. Will you accept it?"
"I'm not at my best today. How about this? In one month's time, I shall issue you a challenge right here."
"A challenge? To me?"
"Within the time it takes for a candle to burn. You owe me three sprigs of Pearlwort if I'm still standing. What say you?"
The surrounding people looked at Alavin in disbelief, wondering if they had misheard.
"Could you repeat that?" Galos asked, cocking an exaggerated ear.
"In one month, at this place, I will challenge you, Galos. If I stand until the candle has burned away, I win, and you give me three sprigs of Pearlwort." Alavin repeated his words clearly and deliberately.
The crowd gasped in unison. Madness! To challenge Galos? Him?
"What does he mean by one month? Can he really surpass Galos in a month? He must be dreaming."
"No way! In a month, Galos might have fully mastered the seventh circle of the Novice Mage stage. His power will be greater, and it won't take more than a candle's time—just one strike to send Alavin sprawling."
"This is nothing but a desperate stalling tactic."
The others were stunned. How could Alavin possibly outpace Galos?
Galos paused, then erupted into laughter. "Are you sure?"
"I am certain! I have the will, and I hope you, Master Galos, will give me this opportunity." Alavin returned the sentiment. With his current abilities, defeating a seventh circle Novice Mage would be difficult indeed, but he was confident he could last the duration of a candle. He had always fantasized about challenging Galos and experiencing the might of his Thundervein Valor. Now, he had his chance.
"And if you lose?"
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